"Yui... Yui please. I know it's late, but please answer your phone." Kyouko said, her voice stinging with pain, she had obviously been crying. Kyouko waited another minute, just hoping that her childhood friend would pick up on the other end, but no answer came. Kyouko sighed. "I'm coming over. Be there soon."

Kyouko had gotten into a fight that night with her parents. Kyouko wanted to be the daughter they had always wanted, but frankly, she just wasn't. Kyouko sat them down, something she had planned to do for awhile. She told that she planned to become a Mangaka and was in fact homosexual.

However, her father, a drunk jerk, wouldn't have any of that. The two engaged in a verbal brawl, but when that brawl became physical and he struck her hard across the face, she took off up the stairs and locked herself in her room. Kyouko had been hit by her father before, but it had never been so hard and so full of pure hate.

She remembered how he used to come home late, drunk and mean. When she was little she was always so scared. The reason behind her timidness as a child was always her father. But as she got a little older, her mother found help for her husband and he began getting better and started to drink less and less. But this news clearly upset him, and this time the alcohol wasn't there to mask what he had done.

She could hear her mother screaming for him to get out, but when those screams turned into husky whispers from her father, she could no longer understand what was being said.

Kyouko had sat in her room, crying her eyes out, her face stinging where she had been struck. All the nasty things her father had said to her ran through her mind, causing her chest to tighten in emotional pain.

"You ungrateful whore."
"Get out of my house you dirty little dyke."
"You're no longer part of this family."

Kyouko could have dealt with the name calling, but the fact that her father would disown her over something like this made her sick.

She pulled her hair up with one of her hands as she began to vomit on her floor. She sat there, heaving up her past meal. When she was finished, she knew it was time to find help. And luckily she had someone who was always willing to help her, and most importantly, protect her.

After she hung up the cell phone after calling Yui she quickly packed a bag with a few things she thought she might need. A few changes of clothes and most of her manga making stuff. She'd prove to her father that she could make something out of herself.

She grabbed what little money she had, walked over to her window and flung it open. More tears began to stream down her face. She was prepared to run away. She choked back her emotions and climbed out on the roof. It was a bit of a drop, but she got down with ease. She started on her trip down the sidewalk, turning around only once to take a final look at the place she once called home.

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